Mirror of the pond

 

..........Mirror of the Pond..........

I hold your hand, and the pond mirrors the shapes of trees

and the stillness of time. And we remain in silent contemplation, watching

the dance of the enamored swans.

Your hair is loose and the wind is blowing.

You touch my cold hand tenderly, not knowing what

to say. I hug you, the swans are flying away.

Frosty summer today.

The blackness of our thoughts caresses the sound of swan wings.

We contemplate the beauty surrounding us futuristically.

You push me into the pond, passing sentence.

You fly away, far beyond sight, having recognized me.

My corpse has lain in the pond for a year.

At night, it's so passionate.

A green glow illuminates the murky depths of the water.

Is the hungry abyss of the depths gnawing at me?

Is autumn mockingly embracing me?

Falsely, or truly?

Am I alive, dreaming, or have I truly died?

Are these wise words about a foolish life?

Nothingness...

I sink to the bottom and decompose.

Yet this is the only way to live here.

I knew this.

I look at myself from the shore, for I fraternize with the trees,

giving them nourishment from myself. And I see through their eyes that

I truly am no more.

And through the tree's eye, I see evil, and through its form, I smell

the scent of my tears, which once soaked into the earth.